Lyrics Walter Westinghouse - The Residents
Walter
Westinghouse
went
to
town
He
found
a
friend
today
His
friend
was
peeling
ceiling
wax
as
He
heard
Walter
say
Love
me
tender,
love
me
sweet
Love
me
like
I
love
my
feet
Sit
me
down
with
Ezra
Pound
But
don't
forget
to
eat
Or
cause
a
country
boy
to
cook
A
carrot
or
a
cake
But
don't
forget
the
feelings
Of
a
friend
are
hard
to
fake
He
lives
a
life
of
April
leaves
Respondent
to
the
thought
that
Often
things
you
caught
or
bought
Were
not
the
ones
you
sought
Now
his
December
is
a
sender
Singing
songs
he
knows
But
all
the
words
are
cheese
and
please
And
boy,
I
hope
it
snows
He
buys
the
bacon
and
the
achin'
In
his
heart
is
due
To
overcoats
and
Quaker
Oats
And
if
his
wife
should
sue
Wanda,
Wanda
where
you
went
and
Tell
me
what'd
you
take?
I
took
the
tongue
of
Philip
Jung
And
left
it
in
the
lake
But
my
dear
I
think
I
fear
That
you
had
lost
your
way
'Cause
scrambled
eggs,
'cause
scrambled
eggs
Were
all
he'd
let
me
bake
He
said,
"Your
trust
is
like
a
crust
Too
brittle
and
too
thin"
I
said,?
You're
full
of
nigger
nuts
And
look
like
Rin
Tin
Tin?
Is
common
ground
not
ever
found
But
flees
from
dad
to
son
Or
is
it
just
believing
that
the
Evening
steals
the
sun?
I
said,?
Your
snoot
is
full
of
poot
And
should
be
in
a
shoe?
And
then
I
said
your
stupid
bed
Is
better
off
than
you
Eat
exuding
oinks
upon
And
bleed
decrepit
broken
bones
At
caustic
spells
of
hell
Huh,
what's
that,
dear?
Huh?
Eat
exuding
oinks
upon
And
bleed
decrepit
broken
bones
At
caustic
spells
of
hell
Eat
exuding
oinks
upon
And
bleed
decrepit
broken
bones
At
caustic
spells
of
hell
Yes,
eat
exuding
oinks
upon
And
bleed
decrepit
broken
bones
At
caustic
spells
of
hell
Eat
exuding
oinks
upon
And
bleed
decrepit
broken
bones
At
caustic
spells
of
hell
Eat
exuding
oinks
upon
And
bleed
decrepit
broken
bones
At
caustic
spells
of
hell
Eat
exuding
oinks
upon
And
bleed
decrepit
broken
bones
At
caustic
spells
of
hell
Eat
exuding
oinks
upon
And
bleed
decrepit
broken
bones
At
caustic
spells
of
hell
Eat
exuding
oinks
upon
And
bleed
decrepit
broken
bones
At
caustic
spells
of
hell
Eat
exuding
oinks
upon
And
bleed
decrepit
broken
bones
At
caustic
spells
of
hell
Eat
exuding
oinks
upon
And
bleed
decrepit
broken
bones
At
caustic
spells
of
hell
Eat
exuding
oinks
upon
And
bleed
decrepit
broken
bones
At
caustic
spells
of
hell
Eat
exuding
oinks
upon
And
bleed
decrepit
broken
bones
At
caustic
spells
of
hell
And
he
sees
the
threads
of
worn
out
treads
And
calls
his
color
true
and
calls
his
color
true
And
calls
his
color
true
and
calls
his
color
true
And
calls
his
color
true
and
calls
his
color
true
And
calls
his
color
true
and
calls
his
color
true
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